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Rh Dave abused Joe remorselessly. "Go on!" he howled, waving in the air a fistful of grass and weeds which he had pulled from the nose of the plough; "clear out of this altogether!—you 're only a damn nuisance."

Joe's eyes rested on the fistful of grass. They lit up suddenly.



"L-l-look out, Dave,"' he stuttered; "y'-y' got a s-s-snake."

Dave dropped the grass promptly. A deaf-adder crawled out of it. Joe killed it. Dave looked closely at his hand, which was all scratches and scars. He looked at it again; then he sat on the beam of the plough, pale and miserable-looking.